Book of smaller stories or peom type things.

At Last, a Dance in the Rain

When I hold her in my arms, the world vanishes. The rain that is pounding down on our backs now feels equal to morning dew falling from trees, and the street lamp above us affects her features in such a way that I simply cannot draw my eyes from her. Much less, do I want to.
Though her skin is cold, it sets my body and blood aflame when my fingers brush her neck. I make sure to hold her tightly against myself as I lead us into a tender, slow dance.
Oh, how I've dreamt to dance with her like this. I've been patient. I've waited, and waited, and waited, for just the right moment to make her mine. Finally, I have her in my grasp.
I take one more moment to drink in her irresistible scent, then pull away just enough to view her face. Following an enduring, desirous look into her eyes, I drop my gaze to the rest of her face.
I see the red on her cheeks. It makes me frown.
It was foolish of me to leave the sticky substance there. I did not anticipate it to be as messy as it was, but it's simply a discrace on my part to let anything tarnish her dazzling skin.
So I wipe off the blood, and smile at her perfection.
She looks so nice.
Despite being dead, her eyes are the farthest from dull or lfeless. Her hands as well, they are softer than anything. Not even withered in the slightest.
Her body on mine, so loose yet so stiff, is an enchanting mix, and I could have never imagined it any better.
She never ceases to enamor me.
It's a magical moment that distant sirens interupt, the most special of my life. I've worked for years to get her to myself, and they interupt a moment, our moment, that tops the feeling of marriage.
Annoyance and rage fills my senses, but the fragile thing I hold keeps me grounded.
Carefully, I lift her up into a bridal hold. It gives me a stunning view of her throat, and lower to the opening of the buttons on her blouse.
I shiver, thinking of what's to come.
Realizing the wailing sirens sound closer now, I tighten my grip on her body and run towards home. Our new home, that we can finally share together.
I'd better use my time well before she starts to rot.

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I actually wrote this one on the night I am posting it. I just wanted to write something romantic, so I did..but then my finger slipped and..this is the result. lol.
I like it though, I'm proud of it.

Same as before, thank you for reading, and I'd love to talk about it even though this one doesn't have a double meaning or anything.

Have a great day/night, goodbye!!